Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 36 The Unlearned Stupid Bag

When Lu Yunshuang heard this, his heart sank.

No wonder my grandmother's attitude towards her has faded a lot when I came back this time. It turned out that the problem was here.

"Grandma, I..."

"Don't listen to Weiwei's nonsense, although I am old, I still have the strength to walk to the gate of the mansion." The old lady interrupted her calmly.

Lu Yunshuang's face turned pale.

When the old prince was young, following the old man in the battlefield, it was not unreasonable, but when he was old, he had to bow and salute a granddaughter. It was impossible to feel comfortable in his heart.

At this time, seeing the old lady saying these words again, Lu Yunshuang was very anxious and regretful.

Before coming this morning, she had people handed a letter to Aunt Zheng, but she forgot to ask, keep everything simple and don't disturb her grandmother.

I didn't remember this until the gate of the Palace of the Earthquake, but it was too late.

At that time, the old lady did not show displeasure, so she did not take this matter to heart.

At this time, being said by Lu Liangwei like that, it seemed that she was ignorant, had no filial piety, and did not put the old lady in his eyes.

She wanted to say something to remedy, but the old lady has already spoken.

"It's now March in the spring of spring, and it's the season when the grass grows, the warblers fly, the flowers are red and the willows are green, so you can write a poem on this theme."

After a pause, he glanced at Lu Liangwei, and added, "You don't have to write poems yourself. If there are good poems in the books you usually read, you can copy them down."

The following remarks were obviously taking care of Lu Liangwei.

Because Lu Liangwei was arrogant and self-willed on weekdays, he was even more knowledgeable.

Lu Yunshuang glanced at Lu Liang mockingly, very disdainful in his heart.

The old prince's intentions are probably in vain.

In addition to a face, Lu Liangwei had some good points, but he was a idiot.

Just ask her to extract them according to the verses in the book, she is afraid it will not be.

The corner of Lu Yunshuang's mouth faintly curled up, and she stopped talking, holding her sleeve with one hand and dipping the ink with the other hand pen. She only pondered a little, then bowed her head on the paper and waved it.

Such a demeanor immediately caused Long Chi's eyes to float, which was very stunning.

He couldn't help but leave the table and walked behind Lu Yunshuang.

When his gaze fell on the paper, he couldn't help but say: "The poet Qingjing is in the Chinese New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow. If you wait for the flowers in the forest, you will be the flower-watchers."

Long Chi read word by word, and his voice was clear and beautiful, and a poem was very touching.

After reading it, Long Chiyu thought about the scene in the poem, and then his eyes couldn't hide the admiration, "Shuang'er, good poem!"

Even the old lady nodded, "Shuang'er's poem is wonderfully composed, and the characters he writes are quite typical of everyone."

Aunt Zheng heard that her daughter was praised by the prince and the old lady, and she was more happy than she was praised.

The whole person is very happy and proud.

Lu Liangwei was not affected. She didn't know how to write poems, but in modern times, she also read a few ancient poems. Therefore, it is not difficult to copy a few good poems.

Anyway, the old lady has already said that she can't write poems, and can copy poems directly.

Seeing the peach blossoms in the courtyard, she pondered for a moment, and wrote a poem on the paper.

"Last year, today, in this door, the human face was red, and the human face did not know where to go, but the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze."

Her voice was soft and waxy, and when she read this poem, there was a kind of soft language that is unique to Jiangnan children.

And when she wrote poems, she was very serious. With her bowing movements, the green silk slipped off her shoulders, and a beautiful white neck was exposed to the sun.

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ps: The two poems in the article are both from Tang poems, Yang Juyuan's Chengdong Early Spring and Cui Hu's titled Chengnanzhuang.

(End of this chapter)